The most tragic thing in the world is that you have worked hard all your life and spent a lot of time, energy and wealth to achieve a goal, only to be easily destroyed by another person.
If in the process you also witnessed the betrayal of one of your sons and the tragic death of the other sons, then the misery may escalate to tragedy.
Obviously, Telamante is the undisputed protagonist of this tragedy.
In the face of Owo's overwhelming magical power, he couldn't even commit suicide. He could only be like a fish placed on a chopping board and let the other party decide how to cook him.
What was even more desperate was that he could clearly see that the City of Shadows was being captured by constructs, undead creatures and summoned creatures led by a large number of mage legions.
The once proud mages of Shadow City are now lowering their heads and choosing to surrender in order to survive instead of resisting until the last moment for glory.
To be precise, everything that Telamante worked hard to create throughout his life has now disappeared like a sand fortress washed away by the waves on the beach.
His dreams, his ambitions, and his desire to become the leader of Netheril were all in vain with the failure of the Shadow War.
Similarly, the great arcanist also clearly realized that his efforts for thousands of years were worthless in front of those truly strong men and geniuses.
Whether it was the Black Prince Graia who was just born, or the "Immortal" Ovo who had already become famous when he was still an apprentice, they all looked down on him condescendingly.
Presumably those great arcanists from the Netherese era who are still alive, such as Iolum and Larok, etc., should have almost the same attitude.
And Shar, the goddess of the night, whom he had carefully guarded his whole life, completely regarded the City of Shadows as a piece of trash and abandonment that could be thrown away at will.
What a life of failure!
What a ridiculous life!
The more Telamante thought about it, the more he felt like a clown. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Ovo was right. He had not inherited the spirit of Netheril at all, and was not worthy of carrying this banner that carried countless brilliance and glory.
Even Brenas, who chose to betray and kill several brothers at the critical moment, no longer had the strong hatred in his heart.
Because he felt that at least this son was very smart and rational, and could see his own stupidity and weakness in advance, and could survive to embrace the new era after the destruction of the City of Shadows, instead of dying meaninglessly like others.
With the fall of the Tower of the Supreme City Lord, which stored Mythra's core, the last resistance on the floating city finally disappeared.
Tens of thousands of prisoners were escorted out of their homes and driven into open squares like livestock, anxiously awaiting the fateful trial.
Most of them are ordinary people who have not obtained the shadow physique, and they are also the foundation that supports the City of Shadows.
After all, if everyone acquires the ghost physique, how can this floating city that has been in the shadow plane for thousands of years thrive and maintain its vitality.
Therefore, in fact, those who are truly qualified to enjoy the life extension of ghost physique usually only have high-level professional ranks that have reached a certain level.
But even so, after living in an environment full of negative energy for such a long time, these people's physiques and genes have also undergone varying degrees of variation.
Although they are still technically alive, their skin is as pale and bloodless as vampires.
For normal people, the concentration of negative energy is fatal enough. They only feel a little uncomfortable, and some have acquired some characteristics that are unique to the undead.
No wonder City of Shadows would choose to return to the material world at this time.
If you continue to stay in the shadow plane, the entire city's residents will become the living dead between the living and the undead.
Don't think this is a joke.
You must know that in Faerûn, a world filled with powerful magical power, anything can happen.
Although such "living dead" are extremely rare and rare, they are not completely non-existent.
After all, there are many situations in which such a creature can be successfully created.
For example, a mother who was six or seven months pregnant suddenly died in an accident, but the fetus in her belly did not completely die. As a result, she was buried directly in a grave, and was later resurrected as an undead creature and gave birth to the fetus.
Then there is a high probability that the child born will become one of the "living dead", also known as the semi-undead.
They are somewhere between life and death. They have many characteristics and immunities of undead creatures, but they are not completely dead.
But fortunately, the residents of Yinhun City are far from reaching this level.
Moreover, they also captured many young and beautiful female slaves from the Bedai barbarians for "breeding", intending to use their bodies to inject vitality into the increasingly low fertility rate in Shade City.
Of course, the City of Shadows only wants children with Netherese blood, and treats their mothers like fertility machines and livestock.
You must know that even in the era of Netheril, those who can live in the floating city are definitely not "ordinary". Some of them are considered to be out-and-out elites.
They are either low-level mages and apprentices, or they are wealthy businessmen and officers with great military exploits, or even worse, they are highly skilled craftsmen and divine priests.
Therefore, in the eyes of the residents of Shadow City, the Bedai barbarians cannot even be classified as "human". They are completely a group of low-level and uncivilized apes.
The status may not be as high as that of black people who were frequently used as slaves in the Age of Discovery and modern times.
In the plan of Haunted City, these mothers will all be disposed of after completing their reproductive tasks, as if they did not exist at all.
Only in this way can those mixed-race children completely cut themselves off from their half-savage and dirty blood and become glorious residents of Ghost City.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! As a master of necromancy magic, Owo just glanced at these pregnant Bedai barbarian women and immediately knew what they were planning.
He mocked with contempt on his face: "You are really depraved beyond my imagination, and you even used such despicable and dirty methods."
"Are you going to kill all these civilians?"
Telamant raised his head and asked expressionlessly.
Ovo chuckled and shook his head: "No. As I said just now, the person with the power to decide the fate of the City of Shadows is not me, but the Dark Prince Graia. After all, it was he who won the Shadow War.
Of course, we have the right to dispose of the spoils of war."
"Spoils of war?" Telamant suddenly showed a self-deprecating expression when he heard the word. "Yes, you are right. Now the Shadow City and I have become trophies at anyone's disposal. This is really true.
That’s ironic enough.”
“Those who kill must be prepared to be killed one day;
Those who rob others must be prepared to be robbed by others one day;
Those who enslave others must also be prepared to be enslaved by others one day.
Isn't this a normal thing?
Since you don't treat the Bedai barbarians as human beings, others can naturally not treat you and the residents of Shade City that you rule as human beings.
South once said something very philosophical.
How you treat others when you are strong will be how others treat you when you are weak.
So don't complain, because there are many things in this world that are caused by yourself.
Looking at how he ruled the west coast empire and how he treated the neighboring countries, you will understand that playing with power and politics is a very advanced technology, which can even be called art.
Because Soth is obviously a dictatorial tyrant, but everyone is spontaneously supporting his rule.
Some scholars even claim that this is the best era in Faerûn since the birth of civilization.
The common people at the bottom are praising his kindness and wisdom, and the bureaucrats are also praising him for breaking the hereditary tradition of the nobility and giving themselves the opportunity to be promoted to reach the highest power of the empire.
Even those big merchant families that were suppressed and split up believed that the trade alliance created an environment where trade was unprecedentedly prosperous.
This makes doing business easier and safer for everyone.
Moreover, the purchasing power of ordinary people has also increased after becoming rich.
Look at the monsters, the Druids and the Thieves Guild that were mercilessly slaughtered, and look at the purge of the original aristocratic class in many areas.
Did he kill few people?
Isn't he ruthless enough?
No, he is much more ruthless in dealing with his enemies than you are.
But why do you and Shadow City have such a bad reputation, but he and the West Coast Empire have become a model praised by countless people?"
When he said these words, Owo's tone was obviously a bit joking, and both his eyes and tone revealed a condescending sense of superiority.
"Why?"
Telamante frowned subconsciously.
Because this is something he has never been able to understand.
After all, it is an ironclad fact that the lords of the towns in the North would rather fall to the West Coast Empire than accept the invitation of the City of Shadows.
Owo deliberately explained in a casual tone: "Because Soth has always been very clear-headed about who his enemy is.
Every time he launched killings and purges, his goals were very clear, and he would never affect or implicate other people, especially civilians.
Quite the opposite!
After plundering the wealth of the ruling class, he will also give part of it to civilians and businessmen to win people's hearts.
To be continued...